One of the runners up in the bodybuilding competition was one Connor Halforth, and it was during a handshake with the winner that the contagion promptly spread to young Connor.
Of all the younger bodybuilders, Connor was one of the more impressive ones - he had a certain kind of masculine beauty to him, a strong but thin and angular face that complimented a powerfully muscled and bulky body, only the slightest protrusion from his gut to hint at the high quality substances Connor used to get big. He was perfectly curated, no hair whatsoever on his strong, well built body below the head. His blond hair was platinum blond, shaggy and with slight curls. His eyes were a beautiful slate coloration.
Connor had been sure he'd worked out more than enough to really take it home, but then this supposedly 46 year old guy comes in and Conn just feels like he was suddenly far out of his league. The guy had striations that Connor had never even known he could have before - a real beautiful body that made him a favorite, and a winning smile. Connor had been almost unable to keep his eyes off of this guy while shaking his hand.
Far from being gay, the younger bodybuilder in fact had a steady girlfriend at home, but he did have a bi-curious side he was now much more acutely aware of.
"You can stop shaking my hand, Connor." Frank said with a chuckle.
Connor blushed so red he was sure it showed right through the golden stage tan. "I-I'm sorry---I just...well..." He tried to find his words, and he was desperately hoping he didn't have to get back to the lockers with a raging erection.
"Happens to the best of us." Frank subtly flexed and asked, "Something distracting you, man?"
Connor swooned and felt something unusual pass over him. "I-I'd better go." Connor was thus off, and bit his lip a little as he made his way out to the lockers. He needed a shower - preferably a cold shower - and by the time he was dressed he was thinking of how he wished he could be more like Frank.
Connor came from a very wealthy New England "Old Money" Family, and his father hadn't been exactly thrilled with the notion of his son getting up on stage in a tiny slip of fabric to pose. His mother however had assuaged his father and assured him there was money to be made in it.
Heading out from the building, Connor gripped the side of a public bench and grunted under his breath, his legs felt odd and he really felt the need for some food. He knew he'd be hungry after a show, but this was ridiculous. He didn't even notice as he went out to his car that the first changes were manifesting themselves. His shoulders, already one of his strongest features, were just about an inch or so wider, his back - another strong point - widening at several critical points and toning, his lats looking almost crazy strong.
As he gripped the wheel, his biceps swelled slightly with strength, veins shooting through fast. Even his forearms developed a stronger look to them.
His first stop was a pizza shop, and as he ordered a large double pepperoni for himself he got a call from his girlfriend, Aileen;
"Hey baby, how're you doing?" He asked.
"I'm good, did you win?"
"No, no sadly, no. There was an amazing older guy who came in, just...blew the rest of us outta the water. Damn he was so fucking buff. Beautiful bod."
"You kinda sound..." His girlfriend took a teasing tone, "Like you wanna fuck him. Does my boyfriend have a gay side he wants to look into?"
"No! No I'm not gay at all!" Connor hadn't meant to be that defensive, but it was something of an ingrained response to those kinds of questioning lines. "...Not that...uhh..."
"Connor, Connor, calm down." She assuaged him, sighing, "If you do, you do, there's nothing wrong with it. We all have our experimentation. I mean, if you'd like we could hit up The Spiral Showroom..."
That was a local gay club. Connor crossed his arms as he waited for his pizza. To go for it or not go for it. Well, his bi-curious side was feeling strong today, and he'd never get it off his chest if he never went for it. But at the same time he didn't want to give Aileen any reason to think he was unfaithful or thinking of running out on her. Even if he did experiment a bit, he'd still stick with her.
"Connor?" She asked on the phone, as he'd gone quiet with contemplation.
"I-I'll..."